Eff you, "Spring Ahead"

I feel great this morning-- like I can take on the world and all obstacles will take one look at my face and cower before me. Brad and I got up at 6:30 and hit the little gym in our building where I used the exercise bike. Normally I hate that thing, and use it as a 5 minute zombie knee warm up before getting on the treadmill. I get bored, restless. This time I read a few blogs on my phone and didn't even notice that the half hour went by. (Honestly, I thought I was only on there for 20 minutes, max, and got very confused when Brad was done on the elliptical.) By the end of that half hour, I had a nice "glow" (fine, I was just shy of a sweaty beast) and had "traveled" 8 miles. Not bad considering I only went down there to keep Brad company, knowing I have zumba tonight.

Anyway, the whole morning went well, so well that I was all chirpy and saying, "I'm so glad we're doing this in the morning!" and "It's so nice that it's bright when we get up-- it makes it much easier."

And then I got to work.

And then I saw the sign on the door-- a friendly reminder decorated with smiling suns and bright flowers-- "Don't forget to set your clocks ahead this weekend!"

And then I swore, loudly and in front of security cameras.

&*@%.

 I HATE "Spring Ahead." It takes me weeks to adjust. I can't wake up in the morning and I get exhausted too early at night.  It's like the universe is saying, "You feel great NOW, little one, but just you wait until next Monday. BWAHAHAHA. I AM NO TRIFLING OBSTACLE."

Oh yeah? Well, this year I'm going to kick your butt, Daylight Savings. Jut look like what I did to the yogurt cover that was glued on too tight:

CONQUERED

Fear me.